Lost in Frustration- PG-13? (Hino)

[Mizusawa Taku]

Mizusawa was frustrated. Of course he was. He had gone into that elevator expecting he'd be outside in a matter of minutes, clearing his mind of the one thing that had preventing him from sleeping. And yet, what had happened? Instead, he had gotten stuck in the elevator with the one thing that had been keeping him from sleeping. The one person.

Hino.

What had happened on the elevator...That had not been him. He was sure of it. He was sure he must have been so tired that his body had been sleepwalking or something, had been crazy enough to force his sleeping self into doing something with Hino that of course they would both regret. Something that had ended in complete embarrassment for the entire team present.

After going back to his room, he had been very grateful that Yuuta had not been one of the people downstairs to see what had happened between him, Hino, and Ryosuke on the elevator. The other boy was still sleeping peacefully in their dark hotel room by the time he got back. He felt comfortable enough there, to throw himself back onto the soft bed, turning over onto his back to stare up at the ceiling blankly. Surely, after everything that had happened, sleep was going to hit him like a ton of bricks. And he welcomed it. He needed something to escape the mortifying situation he'd just put himself through.

But apparently he was wrong. Because no matter how much he tried to sleep, it just wasn't working. He tried changing back into his pajamas, then going underneath the covers of his bed. But even then, nothing could do it for him. He was back at the same damn square he'd been at before he'd taken that frustrating and sickly tantalizing elevator ride.

Unable to sleep because of Hino.

Thoughts of their night together flooded his mind, coupled with the tingling sensation of what had happened less than an hour ago. He still hadn't gotten over the sudden rush of passionately kissing Hino, and in a public place. Nor had he forgotten the sudden shock of the elevator slipping mere seconds after that, only aiding in building up his adrenaline. Of course, he had to remind himself, that had definitely all happened in his sleep. Because someone like him would never do that otherwise--only in his dreams.

Though the lingering feeling, the still tingly sensation that ran up and down the length of his body, told him that what he felt was very real, and he wasn't quite as done with Hino as he might hope.

But that being said, he still didn't know how Hino felt about all this. He knew automatically how disgusted Ryosuke was, how confused the other guys were. He'd been mortified beyond belief in front of them and had actually dashed off to take the stairs back up to his room, no matter how much time that would take. Facing them was just going to be another reality for the next day, he knew that. But before that, before he head to deal with that, he wanted to clear things up with Hino.

Which was why, unable to go back to sleep, Mizusawa decided he needed to pay Hino a visit. He couldn't completely guarantee his reasons for being there, but he knew it was the place to be.

So, throwing on one of the hotel yukata over his pajamas, he grabbed his key and left his hotel room. The hallway was even quieter than before, and somehow seemed darker. Mizusawa felt a little shaken being up this late at night, when it seemed that everyone really had finally gone to sleep. Of course, the main problem was that he had no clue where Hino's room was.

Taking the elevator safely down to the lobby floor, he caught the night attendant and explained that he was a teammate and needed to know the other boy's room. Luckily, the attendant seemed too tired to care much if this story was legit or not, and she informed him of his teammate's floor and room number.

Mizusawa took the elevators back up, praying as he had on the way down that they wouldn't break with him alone in them--that was possibly scarier then being with Hino and Ryosuke. When he finally reached Hino's floor, he was relieved, quickly exiting off the elevator and turning down the hallway to Hino's room.

It was a lot colder on this floor for some reason, at least in the hallway. Wrapping his arms around himself to keep warm, he finally found the room number he was looking for, and reached up to knock on the door.

Then it occurred to him. What if Hino was sleeping? The last thing he wanted to do was disturb the other boy when he'd finally managed to fall asleep. After all, that was what he had been hoping for after returning to his own room. But in the end, his selfish side won, wanting to get everything settled, and so he knocked anyway.

Staring at the door with a tense, bottomless feeling coursing through his body, he stifled a yawn, hoping, praying Hino was still awake.

[Hino Tetsuya]

ooc: Ohmygod. This came out of me like word vomit. I hope it's ok ^.~

When Hino returned to his room he was so lost in his thoughts that his shins came into contact with the side of his bed unexpectedly. With little resistance he let himself fall face forward onto the waiting soft bedding. He released a heavy sigh and a slight groan.

He partially hated himself, for letting Mizusawa affect his mind and body the way it did. Just the thought of the other would send his mind spiralling off topic and cause his body heat to rise dramatically. So he wasn’t surprised that he was tingling from top to toe over what had occurred in the elevator only moments ago. Every part of his body felt as light as air, so much so that he was surprised he didn’t simply float to the ceiling, but he quickly blamed that on gravity.

Hino rolled himself over dramatically, he didn’t feel like himself. Like he was filled with a warm and fuzzy feeling and it was overpowering the better judgement he thought he had, that was trying so desperately to tell him he was losing it. Losing what he’d worked so hard for, losing the persona he’d created to shield himself from the world and all because of this boy.

“Mizusawa…” He breathed the name out as he stared at strange watermark on the ceiling’s surface, that was beginning to look a little like the one that plagued his thoughts.

He tilted his head. The face smirked at him.

He shot up from bed with a start and shook his head to lose the crazy imaginary image. But it didn’t work, it was still there. He squeezed his eyes shut tightly.

Maybe… He thought. He could sleep it off, push it aside for the night, and deal with the problem in the morning when his body may be in a more rational state to listen to orders. As right now he knew what the result would be if he were to confront Mizusawa about what had happened. And he could guarantee it wouldn’t involve much talking.

He began preparing for bed, showering first. He spent most of this time resting his forehead against the cool glass frame as the hot water fell against his back. His hair lay flat and wet against his face and he ignored the water droplets forming on his eyelashes as he let thought’s once again enter his mind. The first thought to enter his mind being completely unrelated, but it didn’t take long for it to somehow spiral to Mizusawa and his actions in the elevator, how the elder had been so forceful, so… uncontrolled. It made Hino’s stomach grow warm. When he let his mind travel even further back in time, to when they’d lay breathless in the same bed… the warmth travelled lower.

He closed his eyes tightly, and released a breath that fell hot against the glass in front of him. He considered relieving himself of his pent up energy. He let his hand splay against his belly and slowly slide its way down to allow his fingers to curl around his growing erection.

A heavy sigh exited his lips and he paused pulling his hand back from the skin quickly.

He didn’t want to do it; he was going to get through this night without giving into his desires. Because that would be losing to the side of him that he knew was growing stronger with each day, with each moment he spent with Mizusawa. If he was going to learn to control his body’s reaction to the other he would start with this…

He twisted the tap to cold and suppressed the small shout of shock that came with the feeling of the freezing water.

He started down at his uncooperative body with a glare.

He would will his body out of this state.


His shower had lasted longer than he’d originally intended due to the need to calm himself. He stepped out into the brightly lit bathroom and took a towel from the rack rapping it around his waist, ignoring his wet hair for the moment

He stared back at his reflection in the long mirror.

Right… He thought with a sharp nod. Bed time.

He left the bathroom to search for his night clothes, which in his haste for a shower, he’d managed to forget.

A knock at the door caught his attention.

He creased his eyebrows. Who would be coming by at this time?

His curiosity got the better of him. Leaving the chain lock on the door he opened it only a little to peer out.

Mizusawa…

His eyes widened, the second he saw the other there wearing one of the hotels yukatas, he knew he wouldn’t be able to keep to his nights plan. Pushing everything aside, and going to sleep.

He unhooked the chain and pulled the door open.

That would have to wait for another time.

He stepped only one foot into the hall so he could look about and check for any other occupants. Satisfied that they were alone and took a firm hold of Mizusawa’s lax hand and tugged him inside, quickly closing and locking the door behind them, releasing the other’s hand in the process.

He turned back around to look to where he’d just about thrown Mizusawa inside. He didn’t want to talk, out of sheer fear that the logical, rational side of him would try and tell his body how bad this was of him. How wrong it was to lust over someone as much as he did for Mizusawa at that moment. It was like every fibre of his being wanted to ravish him, touch him everywhere with everything he had.

With that as his last thought, or the last thought he cared remember, he took two steps forward. Meeting Mizusawa’s gaze for a split second before taking his cheeks in the palms of his hands and thrusting their lips together with a force that would probably bruise. He didn’t waste any time with a chase kiss, there was too much energy in his body to restrain its need for long.

He parted his lips and forced Mizusawa’s mouth open with his own tongue. He moved his body a step closer so they were flush. This was where he became aware that he’d forgotten he was only wearing a towel when he felt the material of Mizusawa’s yukata against his skin.

He took in a breath that was full of the intoxicating scent that simply was Mizusawa. And hoped that the other wasn’t adverse to his advance because in truth…

He wasn’t sure he could stop.


ooc: *diez on the floor*

[Mizusawa Taku]

ooc: Oh dang! Shall I edit my previous post so that all Mizusawa is wearing is the hotel yukata, rather than pajamas under that in addition? Let me know! (And I guess we can switch off with who is the dominant one! XD)

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Mizusawa waited a moment longer, holding his breath in anticipation of whether Hino would hear the knock or not. From on this side of the door, he couldn't hear anything in the room. Likely Hino had gone to bed. And at this hour, after the scare they'd been through earlier, he wasn't too surprised. Still, feeling slightly disappointed that he would have to wait until the morning to face his kohei, he backed up slightly, preparing to leave.

And then the door opened. Not completely, but enough so that Mizusawa could see Hino's pretty big eyes staring out curiously. Before he could say anything, even just to ask to come in, the door shut once more, there was the sound of chain rattling, and then the door opened fully, exposing Hino's full form to him.

Mizusawa could only gape, dumbfounded, at Hino, who was wearing nothing more than a towel around his thin waist. The other boy stepped into the hall quickly, as if checking to make sure the coast was clear, and all Mizusawa could do was taken in the boy's appearance--his glistening body still slick with water, his soaked hair. Suddenly Mizusawa felt as though all the blood in his body were rushing to the same place at the same time, and there was very little he could do about it.

In fact, there was very little he could do about anything at this point. Before he knew what was happening, he felt a soft but firm hand wrap itself around his, pulling him into Hino's room after the younger boy. He stumbled inside, turning in time to see Hino shut the door and lock it.

Even now that they were alone together, he struggled to speak, to explain why he had come up. But words seemed completely impossible at this point. He found himself staring at Hino's soft back, the shape of his cute butt beneath the towel, and his mouth fell open, incapable of doing much else except making himself look like a dog pining after its mate.

Then Hino turned around, and Mizusawa's eyes quickly reverted up to Hino's. He still couldn't get rid of the dumbfounded look on his face, nor the heated feeling that seemed to be spreading throughout his body now. He tried to speak again as Hino took a few steps towards him, the boy's intense eyes hard to meet, but even though his mouth was moving, no sounds were coming out. He could only imagine how stupid he must look.

And then he saw Hino reach out with both hands, felt the softness of those hands against his burning cheeks. There was only a split second, before Hino's face completely filled his field of vision, before their lips met for the second, electrifying time that night. This kiss...was far more passionate than the one before. Or maybe it was because he was receiving, rather than giving.

Not that it mattered.

He felt Hino's lips part, felt Hino's tongue pry his own lips apart to gain entrance to his mouth. He obeyed, moaning slightly at the sensation that he now realized he had secretly been longing for all night. Hino's body pushed up against his, and he wrapped his arms around the other boy, slowly and subconsciously moving backwards, until he felt himself pressed up against a wall. He struggled for breath as they continued to kiss fervently, Mizusawa's tongue now slipping inside of Hino's mouth for a little more exploration of his own. His arms slipped lower, wrapping themselves around the boy's waist, where the towel began.

And then, feeling the smaller, more vulnerable boy in his arms, he flipped their positions, now pinning Hino against the wall, but never letting go of his lips. Mizusawa let one of his hands wander gently up Hino's back, then back down, far enough that his hand lingered at the towel another moment. He felt his body temperature rising even more, his heart rate quickening, and the telltale signs of himself quickly becoming aroused.

Clearly there was no need for a chat.

[Hino Tetsuya]

Hino willingly followed Mizusawa’s lead to trap the elder boy against the distant wall. He smiled in to the kiss that continued on unhindered. Hino was more than pleased that Mizusawa’s tongue had began to put up a fight against his own deepening the kiss substantially. Mizusawa’s arms that encircled his waist over the towel he wore, made his stomach flip and long for the useless fabric to be gone. Then before he’d even realised, their positions were switched, and his naked back was pressed against the cool hard surface, only Mizusawa’s single hand came between it. He hungrily bit into the kiss in response to both the sudden change and the hand that was teasingly running up and down his back.

It was driving him wild.

Then it stopped, just at the top of his towel once again. He couldn’t stand it any longer, clothes where just getting in the way, in the very least he needed to even them out a little.

He pushed Mizusawa away only slightly, though it was enough to break the kiss. He took in a deep breath, having just realised how long they’d been kissing, to the point where he couldn’t remember the moment where it had started, all he could remember was kissing Mizusawa. Though maybe under the influence, because yes Mizusawa was a drug, kissing was all he wanted to remember. Everything else that had happened in the foreign country paled in comparison.

He didn’t stop long to gather his breath, making sure to keep their foreheads pressed together so their breaths mingled as they travelled from their tender lips. He bought his hands down, that were just about shaking with sexual need, to untie Mizusawa’s Yukata. Despite the clumsiness of his motions he managed to loosen it quickly dropping the coloured tie to the ground so that he could impatiently push the Yukata from Mizusawa’s strong shoulders and discard it also. Hino would admit to being a little disappointed to find the elder had been wearing pyjamas underneath.

He released a slightly frustrated groan.

He was finding it so hard to fiddle with the buttons of Mizusawa’s night shirt while all his body wanted to do was thrust their bodies together. As to not waste any of their time, he brought their lips together again as he continued on blindly with the difficult buttons. The kiss, he couldn’t help but notice, seemed to be more desperate now, like they were both aware of exactly what was going to happen and as far as Hino’s body was concerned it was happening to slow.

Finally finishing off the buttons, he left the shirt on for the moment so he could run his fingers against the soft skin of Mizusawa’s chest as they kissed. One of his hands spread out flat on Mizusawa’s belly and the other rested on his chest by his arm so his thumb could run teasingly over Mizusawa’s right nipple.

He would never be able to express how good it felt to touch Mizusawa again. It was like everything he did in every moment of the days passed, had been just a lead up to them eventually being right there.

He tilted his head out of the kiss so that he could look into Mizusawa’s eyes without distraction by the movement. The fire that was there he knew mirrored his own.

The hand that had been stroking slowly across Mizusawa’s belly, Hino let fall lower, and hook into the waist band of Mizusawa’s pants. With a strong tug he pulled them flush again so their groins pressed into one another. Hino knew this made it obvious to Mizusawa just how aroused he was, and he wasn’t at all surprised that Mizusawa was getting there too.

The heat in his belly soared and he forced their lips together again hard and demanding, all teeth and tongue.

Hino pushed his right hand under the collar of Mizusawa’s night shirt and nudged it off slightly urging Mizusawa to remove it himself, because Hino didn’t want to remove his other hand from Mizusawa’s pants out of pure stubbornness.

He was now returning to the process of getting Mizusawa out of his clothes. At that moment it seemed like the most important thing.


ic: Whyyy... WHYYY did that take SO LONG to write?!

[Mizusawa Taku]

ooc: Since we've lost our Hino, and I don't want to obligate the next Hino with our "relationship" ;__;, I have to god-mod this post to it's very end! I'm so sad though that I ended my last response for Hino with "I...really do love you", because now I'm going to have to play off that! POOR MIZU!!!! >___<;;

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At the gentle, teasing touch of Hino fumbling with his buttons, with the promise of what was to come, Mizusawa began backing up, his hands clasped around the younger boy, taking him with him. His hands slowly moved down the boy's back, sliding over the small of his back to cup his rear. He didn't give Hino a chance to remark vocally, biting his lip teasingly, his tongue continuing to explore the boy's mouth.

That was when he could move back no longer. Forgetting where he was and what had happened earlier, his lower legs collided with the side of the bed, and he fell backwards, pulling Hino with him. For whatever reason, he was struck with a slight feeling of deja-vu, but there wasn't much time to dwell on it. His body moving of its own accord, he parted his legs to allow room for Hino's slim form to slip between them, as the other boy toppled over too, still in his arms and right on top of him. Hino was light enough that Mizusawa felt quite comfortable with the other on top of him. That, and he felt relaxed, enjoying the other boy trying to remove his clothes as he quickly as possible, while he laid back, almost wanting to be lazy and have the other ravage his body while he sat back and enjoyed the feeling. Already, his cock had grown stiff with arousal, pressing now into Hino's belly, as if trying to get him to hurry up, or letting him know what was quickly happening and entirely out of Mizusawa's control, at this point.

But Mizusawa knew he was being unfair. Giving Hino's butt another quick squeeze, he ran his hands over Hino's back once again, pulling the boy down further on top of him, bringing their faces closer together, so that he could really feel the other boy's hot, sweet breath blowing gently over his lips. He thrust up slightly at the same time, pressing their mid-sections together. He could tell now. Hino was just as aroused as he was.

He embedded his face in the boy's damp, tangled locks, breathing in the sweet scent of his shampoo, the clean after-scent of his shower from what could only have been a few minutes before.

"Hino," Mizusawa breathed, feeling the other boy's face somewhere near the collar of his neck, now placing kisses there. He closed his eyes, letting one hadn slide up to the nape of Hino's neck, the other straying down to where the boy's towel began, fingering it as he chose his words carefully. "I'm really sorry about earlier...but, I..." He paused again, nuzzling further into Hino's hair with his face, placing a kiss on the crown of the boy's head. His fingers splayed into Hino's hair, while his other hand finally found the knot in Hino's towel that was keeping it all together.

"I...really do love you."

And then suddenly, everything stopped. The kisses, the touch of Hino's lips on his skin. The hand fighting to rip off the last of his clothing. Hino gently reached up and removed Mizusawa's hand from his hair, lifted the hand away from his towel and set it neatly in Mizusawa's lap. He'd gotten up, off the bed, before Mizusawa even had time to process what had happened.

Confused, still not entirely sure what had just happened, Mizusawa slowly sat up, his robe hanging off of his shoulders now, his night-shirt open, revealing his bare chest. He looked a mess, like he'd been about to get that ravaging from Hino that his body had been lusting for. But it didn't seem that was going to be the case. Why had Hino stopped?

Was it...was it what I said? Mizusawa wondered, and suddenly his throat felt dry. Had his words been too strong? But he'd only been telling the truth...how could Hino possibly enjoy this so much if he didn't feel the same way?

"Are you okay...?" Mizusawa spoke hesitantly, his voice still hoarse from being in a complete state of arousal. Hino didn't answer. He'd almost wondered if he had been dreaming all of this, but the throbbing in his groin was too noticeable, too real to be faked. He had to be wide awake--he'd felt Hino, smelled him, taken him in with all of his senses only a moment before. Hino was really here. And likewise, he was really here, in Hino's room.

He paused again, his voice even more hesitant than before, the impending feeling of release that had built up in the pit of his stomach now being replaced with an even more impending fear. "...Hino?" his voice was meek now.

He couldn't see the other boy's expression as he spoke, just saw him from the back, the strong arms, the soft skin of the boy's back. How perfect he looked in that towel.

"Let's...let's just stop it here, okay, Mizusawa?"

At first, the words didn't process. Hino's voice was quiet, low, almost difficult to hear. And at first, Mizusawa thought he had heard wrong.

"...W-what?" Mizusawa swallowed hard, his own voice nearly disappearing now. He felt the sick feeling in his stomach building. What was going on?

There was another pause before Hino spoke, still not turning to face him.

"We have to stop this...Here. Now. So please..." Another pause, in which Mizusawa tried to decipher Hino's words, the tone of us his voice--but he failed. "...Please go back to your room now."

A prolonged silence now filled the room, with Mizusawa staring in absolute disbelief at the back of Hino. He couldn't see the other boy's expression, he couldn't know what the other was thinking, how he was feeling. But these words...they were coming so suddenly, and at such a random time. He opened his mouth to speak, then closed it again, then opened it...He wasn't sure what to say, wasn't even quite sure of what was happening.

"Hino...?" He arose from the bed now, moving forward and putting his hands gently on the boy's shoulders, planning to turn him around to face him. "Are you--" But Hino lightly shrugged away from his touch, moving further away in the room, leaving Mizusawa standing there, still stunned and now sick to his stomach.

"No more, okay? I really mean it." Hino's voice had taken on a stern quality, the sort of voice he'd once used with the tumbling team members back when he hadn't wanted to be part of the team. Certainly not the tone of voice he'd been using after his feelings for Mizusawa had developed. "Please, just leave now. Sempai."

Mizusawa stared at him for a moment longer in disbelief, before his eyes lowered to the floor. He was stunned--stunned, scared, hurt, ashamed--a feeling that was making itself blaringly obvious considering, despite the wave of sickness that was beginning to plague his belly, his body was still begging to release, his erection still embarrassingly noticeable. Trying to find something to do with his hands, he pressed them against it through his pajama bottoms, trying to will it away. He reached tenderly up to shrug his robe back on properly, not bothering with the buttons of his shirt, not even sure his fingers could manage even a small task like that with the way they were shaking.

Sempai...Hino had called him sempai. It had been a while since they'd addressed each other with honorifics, and even more of a while still since they had passed up the chance to be together like this, let alone to cut it short while in the middle of something so passionate. Something...something was terribly wrong. But Mizusawa still didn't know what it was. However, he also knew that--with the way Hino was acting--this wasn't the time to find out.

Padding across the floor, he made his way slowly to the door, pausing there for a moment with one hand gripping the doorknob tightly, as if to steady himself.

"I...I don't know what's wrong, Hino...But if...well...let's talk about it in the morning, okay?" He paused again, feeling another ache now, this one in his heart. "Good night."

And with that, he pulled the door open, slipped into the hallway, and shut it behind him.

The hallway was cold. Darkish. Empty. A bit like the way Mizusawa was feeling at the moment. Because he really had no clue how else to feel. Hino had, in some way, just rejected him, right? Was he too tired to do something tonight? Even though he'd seemed so eager before? Was it what Mizusawa had said? As much as he'd meant them, he suddenly wished he could go back in time and take those words back. Maybe he'd come on too strong, maybe Hino wasn't as serious about their relationship as he was. Although...that didn't quite seem like the Hino he knew.

He was feeling muddled now, completely and overwhelmingly confused, and he had no clue what to do about it. He knew that it was too late to worry about something like this right now, that he should just wait until it was morning and his head was clearer and he could talk to Hino directly about it, but for some reason, the one reaction that seemed to come naturally were tears. Tears that seemed to cascade down his face. He would have been alarmed, were it not for the fact that he was exhausted and had just received far too big of an unpleasant surprise at the wrong time of night.

No, tomorrow. He would leave it at that.

Trying to wipe away some of the tears that were still finding their way down his face, he slowly headed back to the elevator to get to his own floor, a dark cloud hovering over his head as a forewarning that despite his hopes, he wouldn't be getting any sleep tonight.

--CLOSED--